A Little Girl in Old Boston
it look lik
a day off, and the use of the chaise and Jack, to show the little co
omplaint among children, and people were careful through the long cold winter. A strip of beaver fur edged the front, and went around the little c
was to be. There were still the three elevations of Beacon Hill, lowered somewhat
winding cove called The Wash. Boston is sort of set between two rivers, but it is fast of the mainland, and doesn't look so much like
with disdain. "Why, you
lland, but it's t
d city. We shall have to dike and fill in and bridge. I have a great regard for t
ven if she could make pillow lace and r
of the bay. And over there a grand battle was fough
rself, Warren Leverett," said
ut grandfather and ever so many relatives were, and father knows all
e acres and acres of low ground, we are not likely to be overflowed, unless the Atlantic Ocean should rise a
nd by bridges. And cows were still pastured on the commons and in several tracts of meadow land in the city. Many people had their own milk and made butter. There were large gardens at the sides of the houses, many o
es of this and that place, and wishing there was
mer. It is confusing to see so many places at once. And mothe
rican history in her quiet home. War seemed a dreadful thing to
went down through t
they are so crook
asked Doris
when people began to come over from Charlestown he sold out for thirty pounds English money. Grandfath
nd churches and everything. Come, do get
and you had to make a curve to get into the next one. From Main they turned in
ies connected with it. And just down there is fath
any such foolish thi
ble," returned the oracular young man. "And I have heard the longest way rou
g. I should laugh if we found
r father, and something
hat was to grow more famous as the years went on; then
blow you to shreds. Now we will take Marlborough, and to-night y
mmon Street, and there was the great tract of ground that would grow more beautiful with eve
ng porch upheld with round columns. Betty sprang out on the steppi
elcome them, and smiled down
s your mothe
to meet father. We have been driving up around C
u have not grown homesick sighing for Old Boston. For if you should reach the threescore-and-ten, things will have
laughe
ous dimensions, and a high-backed chair stood on each of the nearest corners. There was a bookcase with some busts ranged on the top; there were some portraits of ancestors in military attire, and women with enormous head-dresses; there was one in a Puritan cap, wide collar, and
elcome. Her forehead was high and rather narrow, her brown hair was combed straight back and twisted in a little knot high on her head, in which in the afternoon, or on company occasions, she wore a large shell comb. Her features were rather long and spare, and she wore plain little gold hoops in her ears because he
ing you about, Recompense-Cousin Charles' g
hy, she isn't very stout or rosy. She might have been born he
ssion of pleasure, as Recompense
black?" rather
t blue you can imagi
than mine, and haven't done so much trotting round. Lay them
explanation and skip
the little girl. It was covered with thick crimson brocade, a good deal faded, but it had a warm, inviting
indulged him, as there had been no mother to exercise authority. But Doris was different. She was alone in the world, and had been sent to him by a mysterious providence. He knew the responsibility of a
t a few were left to cling about her neck over the lace tucker. Her slim hands lay in her lap. He glanced at his own-yes, t
m the back door. For a few moments there was quite a confusion of
en with a teasing glance over at Doris. "We have been lookin
e to be fed in White Bread Al
say Warren d
woman baked
reat many places," returned Un
n't mean j
dor's mother,"
ered for sale in Boston, and little John,
n didn't make them famous
th cocked hats and small clothes, bowing to each other," sai
man who liv
makes your
n with chee
g Levi Punch
f the tea were drawn up in the old tavern. It was
to drive all aro
Or, like the Hollanders, we might do it on skate
s that she did not. But she could ri
arties when we do go out rowing. At
ds some mis
e hands
tty la
ting," appended Warren. "There's neve
Boston," inquired Miss Recompense. "And w
The idea of Miss Recompense
something about the little girl-perhaps it was the fact of her hav
oris modestly, "except the farmer's children. The
ve sisters," said Miss Recomp
er of one's very own. There were Sa
archly. "There are the weddings and the nieces and ne
cle Win, as if he would fain co
c sweetness. He was a little p
Your mother and father wil
nds, neither dropping over the andirons. Then he pushed
l!" and Doris lea
e smaller split pieces. They began to blaze shortly. He pick
one," remarked Miss R
a fire," said his uncle,
d," commented Betty. "And I shall get a ba
edless," said M
ittle darker. The sun is going down, and the fire is coming up, and just see how they are fightin
one of the wonderful fleet ablaze from the broadside of her enem
you really think there will be w
erely h
ld go to pieces like that one," nodding his head over to the scene, growing more vivid by the re
not know so much about America, except that you
t, and now we are citizens of a great a
ere destroyed by English men-of-war, and then a terrific stor
now, Warren, maybe you can tell about the Fr
Oh, there was the French and English
nies in 1745. The French resolved to destroy all the towns the col
ense. "That is almost seventy years ago. My father was called out for the d
mada!" said Wa
twenty transports and thirty-four frigates and eleven ships of the line. Quite a formidab
ot know the history of our own city, aft
France, and some steered for friendly ports in the West Indies. The Duc died in less than a week, of poison it was said, unwilling to endure the misfortune. The Governor General of Canada ordered the Vice Admiral to proceed and strike one blow at least. But he saw so many difficulties in the way, that h
and I must hunt it up. Curious that both s
erposition of Providenc
ings then, and it certainly looked like i
nd the steps of the tardy ones were heard on
med Mrs. Leverett. "I waited and waited for your f
start for China in a few days, and there was
ould have started. It has blown off cold. Didn't y
oris, her eyes shining. "And
nd warm and com
I don't know what you
re not used to it. But we mus
those days people ate with a hearty relish and had not yet discovered the thousand dangers lurking in food. If it was good and well cooked no one asked any farther questions
der, where Indian troubles were being fomented. There were some unsettled questions between us and
e high prices of dry goods and the newer scant skirts that would take so much less cloth and the improv
d if it would be right to like Uncle Win any better than she did Uncle Leverett, and why she had any desire to do so, which troubled her a little. Uncle Win was the handsomest. She liked the
more paintings. There was a beautiful young woman with a head full of soft curls and two bands passed through them in Greek fashion. A scarf was loosely wound around her shoulders, showing her white, shapely
an old escritoire that was both carved and gilded, and in the center of the room a large round table strewn with books and writing materials. At the windows were heavy red damask curtains, lined with yello
Weaving them was quite a business, and numbers of women were experts at it. Sometimes it was in a hit-or-miss style, the rags sewed just as one happened to pick them up.
ed to walking, and the two men would not mind it. Betty could drive Jack by night or day, as he w
little more of your new home," said Uncle Winthro
eight to twelve. And she is so young there is no real need of her b
ch. It would be a
of the exercise," returned Betty laugh
ere a girl was concerned, yet when he glanced down into her soft, wistful eyes
en they had said all their good-nights, and Uncle Wrin ad
on. Jack tossed up his head and trotted a
Uncle Win lived. He liked the quiet and the old house, the great trees and his garden that gave him all kinds of vegetables and
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